Kapitel 487: The Water God Boiled the Eagle

"Turn it into soup."

The Golden-Winged Roc, which was hanging upside down under a huge tree, slowly opened its eyes. It was still in shock, and there was a withered trunk in its eyes.

He seemed to have had a terrifying nightmare.

The Heavenly Courts in his dream seemed to be empty. He accidentally rushed into the Vast Glacial Palace but was sent flying by Fairy Heng'e…

The number one beauty of the Three Realms is an expert comparable to the eldest disciple of a Saint?

Just as that thought surfaced in the Golden-Winged Roc's mind, it realized that it was in an inverted state. It heard the crackling sounds of fire and laughter…

His immortal power was sealed, and the bird scholar god was restrained by the nine green halos. He could not move at all.

At that moment, he struggled with all his might and slowly turned around. He saw the three figures sitting 30 feet away.